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Editor’s Note: I wrote this back about 3 months or so, ago. I was going to add a paragraph or two about my Dad, which I might do as an extended piece, but I thought I would get it posted now, as it has spent far too much time on… Continue reading →

My Dad was a railroad man, over 30+ years. Seventeen with Milwaukee, another eighteen or so with Burlington Northern. For most of it he was a signalman, and he commanded a lot of different skills- electronics, communications, welding, repair, etc. And a ton of labor. When I was younger, he… Continue reading →

Yesterday was my birthday. It was a time for reflection for me, but nothing earth shattering or particularly apocalyptic in nature. I think about my life and place in this world a lot more than once a year. Yesterday was just the first day I did it, aged 36. No,… Continue reading →

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I happened to be reading this article when my oldest son looked over my shoulder and started reading along with me. This lead to a conversation of sorts with him, which I rather enjoyed. At first my son was actively against the shop owners. He said he would have sued… Continue reading →

I don’t post personal things on Facebook much. I don’t believe in airing my dirty laundry, and I happen to like my life, so I see no reason to complain about it, even when I struggle. Having said that, I want to share a bit of a story with you… Continue reading →